Mr. Adams truly looked like prey at the moment just before I would clamp down on their throat. That fight or flight instinct was telling him to take flight now. He was terrified. I felt absolutely terrible for asking.
"Do you know what, never mind, it's ok. I don't need to know. Your business is your own, I'll just head home"
I had really made a mess of it now. How was I supposed to have guessed that reaction? Seriously this guy was unpredictable at best. Did it have to be a look of pure terror? I'd expected hesitation and maybe nervousness but terror!?
"Get....out"
I stood up in front of him and turned to leave. He still hadn't said anything. All of a sudden I feel his hand around my wrist. Still down on his knee, he looked up at me.
"Will you come back tomorrow?"
"Do you want me to
